Saturday, 1 October 2011

With Summer giving us such an amazing final flourish, it would seem very rude not to have a day at the beach.

How blessed were we, to be on the sand, under a scorching sun, surrounded by friends, on a week day and incredibly at the very end of September.

The beach was busy, packed with couples in deck chairs, reading books and newspapers with flasks of tea at their sides and then there was us, a riot of buckets, spades, sandwiches, ice creams, toddler tears and dramas, joined by dogs racing around the sands, knocking over drinks and nearly small people, then horses racing by the shore line, had the children chasing over them, with not a hope of catching up but loving the feel of the breeze in their hair and the freedom of such a vast space.

There was time for kite flying, sand art, animal dancing and wave jumping then quick dashes home for some, to pick up older children, ballet classes and tea times.

We stayed late, watching fishermen ﻿setting up their lines, dogs chasing balls across the sand, boats and birds.

It seemed only fair to get every last drop of Summer goodness from the day.